COR:· ✚ MUSICA ✚ LAETIFICAT  
THE AIRS THAT WERE SUNG AND PLAYED, at Brougham Castle in Westmoreland, in the King's Entertainment:  
Given by the Right Honourable the EARL of CUMBERLAND, and his Right Noble Son the LORD CLIFFORD.  
COMPOSED BY Mr. GEORGE MASON, and Mr. JOHN EARSDEN.  
LONDON: Printed by Thomas Snodham.  
Cum Privilegio. 1618.    

I. A DIALOGUE SUNG THE FIRST NIGHT, the King being at Supper.  
TVne they cheerful voice to mine, Music helps digesting: Earth and air and Sea con-sent, In thy en-tertaining. Melody now is needful here, It will help Music alone the soul can feast, It being new Music is as good as wine, And as fit for fea-sting, All is old which they present, Yet all choice containing. to mend our cheer. join then, one joy ex-pressing. Here is a guest for and well expressed. join then, sweet cords en-chaining. Could we to our wished join then, join then, one joy ex-pressing. join then, join then, sweet cords en-chaining. whose content All excess were sparing. ends aspire, joy should crown thy dishes. All to him present Hourly new de-lights prepa-ring. Proud is our de-sire, If thou dost ac-cept our wishes'. joy at thy board, health in they dish, Mirth in thy cup, and in thy bed Soft sleep and pleasing rest we wish. joy at thy board, health in thy dish, Mirth in thy cup, and in thy bed Soft sleep and pleasing rest we wish. joy at thy board, health in thy dish, Mirth in thy cup, and in thy bed Soft sleep and plea-sing rest we wish.   

II.  
Another Dialogue, to be sung at the same time.  
NOw is the time, now is the hour, When joy first blest this happy Bower. Here is a So shines the Moon by night: Heaven-ly is his light, sight that swee-tens every sower. So looks the Sun by day. And never shall de-cay.  Chorus. 
There is no voice enough can sing The praise of our great King.  Chorus. 
There is no voice enough can sing The praise of our great King.  Chorus. 
There is no voice enough can sing The praise of our great King.  Chorus. 
There is no voice enough can sing The praise of our great King.  
fall showers of sweet delight, What heaven hath beams that shine more bright? Spring flowers of pleasant mirth. Here heaven is now, stars shine on  

II.  
In one all honour groweth, Duty saith that to this one All it hath it ow-eth. earth. From one all comfort floweth: Duty saith that to this one all it hath it oweth.  Chorus. 
Let then that one of all be praised, That hath our fortunes raised.  Chorus. 
Let then that one of all be praised, That hath our fortunes raised.  Chorus. 
 Chorus. 
Let then that one of all be praised, That hath our fortunes raised.    

III.  
The King's Good- night.  
WElcome, welcome King of- guests, With thy Prince- lie train: With joyful Triumphs, and with Feasts, Be welcomed home again. Frolic mirth, the soul of earth, Shall watch for thy de- light: Knees shall bend, From friend to friend, While full cups do thee right: And so great King good night, good night, good night, good night, good night.  

III.  
The King's Good night.  
WElcome, welcome King of guests, with thy Princely train: with joyful triumphs and with feasts, Be welcomed home again, Frolic mirth, The soul of earth, Shall watch for thy delight: Knees shall bend, From friend to friend, While full cups do thee right, And so great King good night, good night, good night, good night, good night.  

Welcome, welcome as the Sun,  
When the night is past:  
With us the day is now begun,  
May it for ever last.  
Such a morn  
Did near adorn  
The Roses of the East,  
As the North  
Hath now brought forth:  
The Northern morn is best,  
And so best King good rest.     

FOUR  
COme follow me my wandering mates, Sons and daughters of the Fates: Friends of night, that oft have done homage to the horned Moon. Fairly march, and shun not light, With such stars as these made bright. Yet bend you low your curled tops, Touch the hallowed earth, and then rise a- gen With antic hops unused of men. Here no danger is nor fear, For true Ho-nour harbours here, Whom Grace attends. Grace can make our foes our friends.   

V.  
A Ballad.  
DIDO was the Carthage Queen, And loved the Trojan Knight, That wandering many coasts had seen, And many a dreadful fight: As they on hunting road, a show Drove them in a loving hour, Down to a darksome eve: Where Ae-neas with his charms, Locked Queen Dido in his arms, And had what he could have.  

2  
Dido Hymen's Rites forgot,  
Her love was winged with haste:  
Her honour she considered not,  
But in her breast him placed.  
And when her love was new begun,  
jove sent down his winged Son,  
To fright Aeneas sleep:  
Bade him by the break of day  
From Queen Dido steal away:  
Which made her wail and weep.   

3  
Dido wept, but what of this?  
The Gods would have it so:  
Aeneas nothing did amiss,  
For he was forced to go.  
Learn Lordings than no faith to keep  
With your Loves, but let them weep;  
'Tis folly to be true:  
Let this Story serve your turn,  
And let twenty Dido's burn,  
So you get daily new.    

VI  
The Dance.  
ROBIN is a lovely Lad, No Lass a smo- there ever had. TOmmy hath a look as bright, As is the rosy morning light. TIB is dark and brown of hue, But like her colour firm and true. GInny hath a lip to kiss, Where- in a spring of Nectar is. SImkin well his mirth can place and words to win a woman's grace. SIB is all in all to me, There is no Queen of Love but she.  

VI  All. 
Let us in a lovers round, Circled all this hallowed ground. Softly, softly, trip and go; trip and go, The light foot Fairies jet it so, jet it so. Forward then, Forward then, and back again, and back again; Here and there, and every where, and every where; Winding to and winding fro; skipping high, and lowting low. Chorus. And like lovers hand in hand march a Chorus. round, march a round, and make a stand.    

VII.  
A Song.  
THE shadows darkening our in- tents, Must fade, and truth now take her place: Who in our right Egyptian race, A chain of prophecies presents; With which the starry Sky con- scents, And all the under-elements. Thou that art all divine give ear, And grace our humble songs, That speak what to thy state belongs. Unmasked now and clear, Which we in several strains di- vide, And Heaven-borne Truth our Notes shall guide, One by one, while we re- late That which shall tie both Time and Fate.  

The shadows darkening out intents,  
Must fade, and Truth now take her place:  
Who in our right Egyptian race,  
A chain of Prophecies presents,  
With which the starry Sky consents,  
And all the under-elements.  
Thou that art all divine, give ear,  
And grace our humble Songs,  
That speak what to thy State belongs  
Unmasked now and clear:  
Which we in several strains divide,  
And heaven-borne Truth our Notes shall guide,  
One by one, while we relate  
That which shall tie both Time, and Fate.    

VIII.  
TRuth, sprung from heaven, shall shine with her beams divine, on all thy Land, And there for ever stedsast stand, And there for ever stedsast stand. And there fore- for steadfast stand. And there for ever steadfast stand. And there for ever steadfast stand.  
lovely peace, spring of in- crease, Shall like a precious gem a- dorne thy. Royal Diadem, a- dorne thy Royal Diadem. A- dorne thy Royal Diadem. A- dorne thy Royal Diadem. A- dorne thy Roy- all Diadem.  
Love, that binds loyal minds, Shall make all hearts a- gree, To magni- fie thy state and thee. To magni- fie thy state and thee. To magni- fie thy state and thee. To magni- fie thy state and thee. To magni- fie thy state and thee.  
HOnour, that proceeds out of noble deeds, shall wait on thee alone, And cast a sacred light a- about thy Throne. And cast a sacred light about thy Throne. And cast a sacred light about thy Throne. And cast a sacred light about thy Throne. And cast a sacred light about thy Throne.  
LOng shall thy three Crowns remain, Blessed in thy long-lived reign. Thy age shall 〈◊〉 youth appear, And perpetual Roses bear. And perpetual Roses bear. And perpetual Roses bear. And perpetual Roses bear. And per- petual Roses bear.  
MA- nigh on earth thy days shall be, But endless thy post- ri- tie, And matchless thy posteri- tie. And matchless thy posterity. And matchless thy posterity. And matchless thy posteri- tie. And matchless thy posterity.  
TRuth; Peace, Love, Honour, and Long-life attend Thee, and all those that from thy loins descend; With us the Angels in this Chorus meet. So humbly prostrate at thy sacred feet, Our nightly sports and prophesies we end.  

VIII.  Chorus. 
TRuth, Peace, Love, Honour, and Long-life attend Thee, and all those that from thy loins descend. With us the Angels in this Chorus meet: So humbly prostrate at thy sacred feet, Our nightly sports and prophesies we end.    

IX.  
The Farewell Song.  
O Stay! sweet is the least delay, When parting forceth mourning. Oh joy! too soon thy flowers the- cay: From Rose to briar retur-ning. Bright beams that now shine here, when you are parted, All will be dim, all will be dumb, and every breast sad hear-ted. Yet more, for true love may presume, if it exceed not measure. O Grief! that blessed hours soon consume, But joyless pass at lea. sure.  
Since we this light must lose, our love expressing: far may it shine, Long may it live, to all a public bless- sing, to all a public bless- sing.  

1  
O stay! sweet is the least delay,  
When parting forceth mourning:  
O joy! too soon thy flowers decay.  
From Rose to briar returning.  
Bright beams that now shine here,  
When you are parted,  
All will be dim, all will be dumb,  
And every breast sad hearted.   

2.  
Yet more, for true love may presume,  
If it exceed not measure.  
O grief! that blessed hours soon consume,  
But joyless pass at leisure.  
Since we this light must lose,  
Our love expressing:  
far may it shine, long may it live,  
To all a public blessing.    

X.  
The Lords welcome, sung before the Kings good-night.  
WElcome is the word, The best love can of- ford: For what can better be? Welcome Lords, the time draws near, When each one shall embrace his dear, And view the face he longs to see. Absence makes the hour more sweet, When divided lovers meet.  

Welcome once again,  
Though too much were in vain:  
Yet how can love exceed?  
Princely Guests we wish there were  
Ioues Nectar and Ambrosia here,  
That you might like immortals feed;  
Changing shapes like full-fed jove;  
In the sweet pursuit of love.   
FINIS.